Sea Monkey

My Mom

My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said.

But I here her crying at night when all others are in bed.

I watch her lay awake at night, and go to hold her hand.

She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand.

But like the sands on the beach that never wash away...

I watch over my amazing mom, who thinks of me each day.

She wears a smile for others... a smile of disguise.

But through Heaven's open door I see tears flowing from her eyes.

My Mom tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive.

But anyone who knows her, knows it's her way to survive.

As I watch over my surviving Mom... through Heaven's open door.

I try to tell her that angles protect me forever more.

But I know that doesn't help her or ease the burden she bears.

So if you get a chance, go visit her... and show her that you care.

For no matter what she says -- No matter what she feels,

My amazing Mom has a broken heart that won't ever heal.

~~Author Unknown~~

I red this amazing poem on another blog, and instantly began crying. I can just imagine our little Sea Monkey, and the love we have for him still.